The Best Sort Of Revenue Is Not

The Only Wealth Which You Will Keep Forever Is The Wealth You Have Given Away.

The Soul Becomes Dyed With The Color Of Its Thoughts.

Enough Of This Wretched Life And Murmuring And Apish Tricks. Why Art Thou Disturbed? What Is There New In This? What Unsettles Thee? Is It The Form Of The Thing? Look At It. Or Is It The Matter? Look At It. But Besides These There Is Nothing. Towards The Gods, Then, Now Become At Last More Simple And Better. It Is The Same Whether We Examine These Things For A Hundred Years Or Three.

A Good Man Does Not Spy Around For The Black Spots In Others, But Presses Unswervingly On Towards His Mark.

Life Is A Stranger's Sojourn, A Night At An Inn.